What makes it all good? Some folks always look for the big payoff, but in reality life is about the little things.
Walking the dog on a beautiful morning, the birds singing in the background, spider webs shining in the morning dew.
Crawling into my bed at night, dark room, comfy bed, dog snoring next to my bed.
Having anyone of my clients do something silly. At psych rounds the other day one of our newer consumers came right up to me and took my hand and touched her cheek to mine. For some reason she has formed an attachment to me even though I do not see her often. The unconditional love these guys give you is awesome. Even when they might be manipulating me a little they do it without malice so you got to love them!
Having a party at my house and watching our mixed group having so much fun together.
Cooking!!!
Crying at some silly movie that I have seen several times and still cry at certain parts.
My daughter's graduation, birthday celebrations, wedding..........
Yeah, life is about the little things, sometimes even the mundane. Life is very good these days.
Wednesday, March 29, 2006
Saturday, March 25, 2006
Scars
Scales, black and shiny, circle the golden tan rings, smoothed edge.
They no longer reach to the sky but others stand close.
Their bodies are as black and scarred, golden spots shine where the dark skin has fallen away.
Their arms reach out through fluffy sleeves of green, bare to the ends.
Tears fall. Life is scarred but still it exists? Do they suffer?
I went towards Julian today. Took the old route 79 off of the 8east. I think I went up after the fires. The blackness and desolate area was heart wrenching then but today it seemed even sadder. The trees that are standing are losing their limbs. These were trees that didn't even look like they had been burned. Maybe it was the recent storms but there were so many of them broken. Then I got closer to the burn areas. Roads that were once wrapped in the cool warmth of the leaves and limbs of those trees are now barren, open to the sunlight, hundreds of black ringed stumps lining the roadside. Some pine trees that burned on one side and not the other stand at the side of the road.
By the time I got past this I was too depressed to stop in Julian and went through town watching the tourists who flock there for the shopping and the still lagging snow. I was not in the mood anymore. I couldn't drive back down that way either so I followed the 79 to Ramona stopping at Wynola on the way. Quieter, sedate little antique place. There was not as much damage on that side.
I thought of all the folks who were affected by the fires. I wonder how some of these folks face this every day and when will things be "normal" again. The guy who started the original fire and the difficulties that surrounded fighting the fires that ensued can be second guessed forever, but the amount of time it will take for "nature to get back on her feet" is beyond what I can imagine.
They no longer reach to the sky but others stand close.
Their bodies are as black and scarred, golden spots shine where the dark skin has fallen away.
Their arms reach out through fluffy sleeves of green, bare to the ends.
Tears fall. Life is scarred but still it exists? Do they suffer?
I went towards Julian today. Took the old route 79 off of the 8east. I think I went up after the fires. The blackness and desolate area was heart wrenching then but today it seemed even sadder. The trees that are standing are losing their limbs. These were trees that didn't even look like they had been burned. Maybe it was the recent storms but there were so many of them broken. Then I got closer to the burn areas. Roads that were once wrapped in the cool warmth of the leaves and limbs of those trees are now barren, open to the sunlight, hundreds of black ringed stumps lining the roadside. Some pine trees that burned on one side and not the other stand at the side of the road.
By the time I got past this I was too depressed to stop in Julian and went through town watching the tourists who flock there for the shopping and the still lagging snow. I was not in the mood anymore. I couldn't drive back down that way either so I followed the 79 to Ramona stopping at Wynola on the way. Quieter, sedate little antique place. There was not as much damage on that side.
I thought of all the folks who were affected by the fires. I wonder how some of these folks face this every day and when will things be "normal" again. The guy who started the original fire and the difficulties that surrounded fighting the fires that ensued can be second guessed forever, but the amount of time it will take for "nature to get back on her feet" is beyond what I can imagine.
Thursday, March 23, 2006
Lights
The air is warm, the night struggles to be seen.
There are red tailights going ahead, there are white headlights running in the other direction.
As I pass under the road the ambulance speeds by above, red, white, flashing and screaming.
On the side off the hill the lights of the trolley crawl like a snake toward the college where the self powered billboard flashes and pulses with sun like brightness.
Still the night beckons, through streetlights and buses and stores, opened and closed.
24 hours, open all night, extended hours....why do we waste so much time.
Embrace the night, close the curtains, rest your soul and release your dreams.
Peace, the night has come.
There are red tailights going ahead, there are white headlights running in the other direction.
As I pass under the road the ambulance speeds by above, red, white, flashing and screaming.
On the side off the hill the lights of the trolley crawl like a snake toward the college where the self powered billboard flashes and pulses with sun like brightness.
Still the night beckons, through streetlights and buses and stores, opened and closed.
24 hours, open all night, extended hours....why do we waste so much time.
Embrace the night, close the curtains, rest your soul and release your dreams.
Peace, the night has come.
Wednesday, March 22, 2006
Vacation
I go on vacation quite often. I join my daughter and her husband through the lovely pictures they send and their blog. In less than 6 months I will be there in person. I am so excited that I can barely contain myself. I worry about things that could go wrong but I try to keep it in mind that my friends will be there to support my trip planning. Soon bella Italia.
Sunday, March 12, 2006
La Mesa and the Hybrid
La Mesa is a town in its' own right, it flows from the east side of San Diego. You don't know that you've left SD but you have. While driving around my town I run into so many Hybrids that I nearly had one hit me while I was stopped on a corner and she was cutting the corner a bit too tightly. We both had red Prii so it would have made quite a picture! When I go to the gym there is usually at least one Prius there, Trader Joe's, Vons, Downtown La Mesa. Leaving my house I can often find one or two Prii hanging about, often pulling onto University at the same time. I have started to notice that it is not only Prius II but also Gen I and Honda Hybrids. Not sure what makes La Mesa such a hot bed of Hybrids but I like it.
Thursday, March 09, 2006
Work
Work is a relative term now isn't it? Some people love work, they stay at their diligently pounding through projects. Then there are those who say "I'm going to (off site)" and they never come back. Or they might even tell you they are plannning to take a sick day cause they are at their limit and don't want to lose any.....
I goof off a little during the work day but I also get calls late at night or early in the morning and when I work I am effecient, That always worked out poorly for me in the hospital. "Oh Debbie, as long as your caught up could you go help (name)." Well (name) was always behind so I learned to take my breaks, probably drove my patients crazy hanging out with them and learned to write notes very slowly.
I love what I do now because of the amount of flexibility. Because I am the "boss" I know that I have to present a good work ethic in order to get it from my nurses. I can wear jeans and even run around in my gym clothes at the home. One night I had to go to a Santee home to let a staff in the house, after he accidentally locked himself out, I went in my jammies!
Life is too short to do something you don't like. As I said before, money is not the end all. Set Priorities.
I goof off a little during the work day but I also get calls late at night or early in the morning and when I work I am effecient, That always worked out poorly for me in the hospital. "Oh Debbie, as long as your caught up could you go help (name)." Well (name) was always behind so I learned to take my breaks, probably drove my patients crazy hanging out with them and learned to write notes very slowly.
I love what I do now because of the amount of flexibility. Because I am the "boss" I know that I have to present a good work ethic in order to get it from my nurses. I can wear jeans and even run around in my gym clothes at the home. One night I had to go to a Santee home to let a staff in the house, after he accidentally locked himself out, I went in my jammies!
Life is too short to do something you don't like. As I said before, money is not the end all. Set Priorities.
Friday, March 03, 2006
Priorities
Sometimes I think there is something wrong with me. I just don't seem to have the same priorities as many people have. I know so many "frugal" people. I have friends who devote so much time to looking for bargains that they don't have time to enjoy what they have. I know people who have to use that coupon even though it is for some trashy processed food product, or even if they have a dozen of the same things in their closet. It seems like a game to them but to me it is such a waste of time.
Money is nice and it is necessary. I don't think you should restrict yourself too much though in the pursuit of more. I like fresh vegetable from the farmers market. Sometimes it is a bit more expensive but the flavor is worth it. I bought my most expensive car ever and it is worth every cent I paid for it.
I have friends who travel all the time and they like to go the cheapest way possible, family too. I was explaining to someone tonight that my priority for my Italy trip was the shortest amount of time to get there, not the money. She could not understand the importance of an extra 4-6 hours with my family and I could not understand why she didn't get it.
Life is short. You may think that you are going to be here until you're 80 or 90 but tomorrow may be it. Does $200, $400 or $600 make a big difference in the grand scheme of things?? Time is money, and my time is priceless
Money is nice and it is necessary. I don't think you should restrict yourself too much though in the pursuit of more. I like fresh vegetable from the farmers market. Sometimes it is a bit more expensive but the flavor is worth it. I bought my most expensive car ever and it is worth every cent I paid for it.
I have friends who travel all the time and they like to go the cheapest way possible, family too. I was explaining to someone tonight that my priority for my Italy trip was the shortest amount of time to get there, not the money. She could not understand the importance of an extra 4-6 hours with my family and I could not understand why she didn't get it.
Life is short. You may think that you are going to be here until you're 80 or 90 but tomorrow may be it. Does $200, $400 or $600 make a big difference in the grand scheme of things?? Time is money, and my time is priceless
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